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How many weeks have I been here?
Losing track of hours, fighting lack of sleep
Lost track of You somewhere
Along the way and I can't seem to understand
What it is that makes my blood run so cold?
What it is that makes my mind sink so low?
What it will take to awake me from this enduring daze?
Burned out on remedies, sick on cures
Deaf to the noises and numb to my open sores
Dissatisfied, disillusioned
Careless and cold, faith eroded
Who told the lies that made us expect?
We could demand the objects of our entitlement
Captivated, enslaved and dead
Forever desiring what we can never get
We scream at the sky and we question why
It seems we've lost every reason we had left to try
And as this world grows harder to ignore
I see we are

The most blessed, and the most depressed
Slaves to our thirsts and unrighteousness
Forever pursuing what we can never get
Isolated and chasing sensations
Our temptations controlling our decisions
Suffering breeding more resentment
Tension mounting, true commitments showing

I see how their faces pale
The hardship comes, their courage drains
Thought they were living for You but now they fall
No longer able to believe
Their lives can be more than just a half-remembered list of mistakes
Recycled until their flesh hearts break

The waves wash over us
Sweet surrender calls

I wasn't born to die like this
I was never meant to live so alone
I won't be mastered by these selfish desires
I turn my back on the things of this world (x2)

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